The room felt oppressive as Donovan's stern gaze bore into Boma. His voice, low and foreboding, sliced through the air like a blade, giving her no room to stall.
"I said start talking. Where are you coming from?" he questioned, the weight of his authority laced in every syllable.
Boma, feeling the gravity of the moment, stammered, "I- I just went out for- " she thought of what to say but there was no forthcoming explanation. "I went to- I went to- to-" Her voice broke off as he rose and began to unbuckle his belt, impatience etched in every move.
"Maybe you think I'm playing here." He said as he pulled it off the loops and folded it in half while she took a step back from him, her chest hammering with fright.
"I asked you a simple question. Where were you? Where the hell are you coming
